Being here in my body is quite a wild ride. I am currently "road-tripping" and am in Bellingham, Washington visiting with my friend, Shelly's, brother. We both had a beautiful experience today of communing with nature. It begins to look really simple nowadays. I close my eyes. I drop into my heart. I experience. I grow long roots into mother Gaia and my skin becomes transparent, breathing life through its' cells. These veils seperating me from the outside world (or so it appears from the outside) are really really thin and dissapating. My sister is the store manager of a local metaphysical store. My brother is the artist in hidding who calls me an angel in blue converses. My best friend is a drunken 21st birthday girl who lets us sing her a birthday song on the streets. My neighbor is the guy with a body full of tatoos and a harley davidson who lets me ride on his back seat. My lover is the sun that sets over the washington sound and radiates his love into the depths of my soul. We are intricately connected. This much I know. Being in the flow is the way life force expresses itself most easily through my being. My heart sings with utter freedom as life force is being allowed to move freely through this body- radiating wherever I am. WE cannot judge anything by its cover. To each his own.
As I have been spending more time inside of a bar this week then I probably have in my whole life combined. It has been a blast, granted not my "thing", but it doesn't matter. I can still connect with people on the dance floor and inspire others to get up and shake their thing! How exhilirating! My heart just feels super full and ready to love whoever walks into my path. I love you all! All you beautiful expressions of divine! The gay drag queen, the loner in the corner, the bmx racer, the golf cart driver, the auto mechanic, the owner of Mcdonalds, the cashier, the grandmother....... we are all intricately connected. And with that my friends I will conclude and continue on my way!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Slugs
Today my intention has been to connect into my heart space.
I was moved to journey through the woods.
These particular woods are super super magical. Literally a faerie realm.
Ferns, moss, redwoods, creek, fallen logs, twisty curves and bends, serinity
IT just feels so good to glide. Easily, smoothly, through time and space.
I found a tree nested on the edge of a decline. A simple dance of acknowladgement came through me.
I turned around.
There on the ground was a dark yellow fat slimy slow slug.
A simple dance of recognition came through me. I was transported into Slug Time.
Movement with the most graceful fluidity and stillness. Slugs are kings of patience- or rather their kingdom doesn't recognize the need for the word patience, and their fluid slow movement is all that is. All that is known.
My feet carried me to a lone bench. I sat. I breathed. Rather, Life Breathed Me.
I layed down.
A huge bird (not a vulture, not an eagle, probably not a hawk.... I don't know what it was) flew in a circle above my head and decided to perch in a tree above where I was laying. We had sweet moments of connection.
I continued walking.
Ridiculously SLOW SLOW SLOW.
When I move really slow my perception slows down. My sense of time stops. I am now existing in the woods according to wood time, according to the laws of eternal presence. I catch the intricate shadows of the sunlight tree dance. I let the contrasting colors, shapes, and deep silence wash over my whole being.
Oh. Ha. More SLLLUUUGGGSSS. A baby one. Aw. Later I ran across a big papa slug.
I tapped into the magical world of insects. A spider showed me how she runs across her own thread. The nats danced hovering in between molecules of sunlight... clustered in a group a clique, moving rapidly in and out of each other. A truly mesmerising dance.
Me and my big feet covered in plastic tennis shoes.
Soon spirit and those shoes carried me out and back into the world where houses and internet exist.
I was moved to journey through the woods.
These particular woods are super super magical. Literally a faerie realm.
Ferns, moss, redwoods, creek, fallen logs, twisty curves and bends, serinity
IT just feels so good to glide. Easily, smoothly, through time and space.
I found a tree nested on the edge of a decline. A simple dance of acknowladgement came through me.
I turned around.
There on the ground was a dark yellow fat slimy slow slug.
A simple dance of recognition came through me. I was transported into Slug Time.
Movement with the most graceful fluidity and stillness. Slugs are kings of patience- or rather their kingdom doesn't recognize the need for the word patience, and their fluid slow movement is all that is. All that is known.
My feet carried me to a lone bench. I sat. I breathed. Rather, Life Breathed Me.
A huge bird (not a vulture, not an eagle, probably not a hawk.... I don't know what it was) flew in a circle above my head and decided to perch in a tree above where I was laying. We had sweet moments of connection.
I continued walking.
Ridiculously SLOW SLOW SLOW.
When I move really slow my perception slows down. My sense of time stops. I am now existing in the woods according to wood time, according to the laws of eternal presence. I catch the intricate shadows of the sunlight tree dance. I let the contrasting colors, shapes, and deep silence wash over my whole being.
Oh. Ha. More SLLLUUUGGGSSS. A baby one. Aw. Later I ran across a big papa slug.
I tapped into the magical world of insects. A spider showed me how she runs across her own thread. The nats danced hovering in between molecules of sunlight... clustered in a group a clique, moving rapidly in and out of each other. A truly mesmerising dance.
Me and my big feet covered in plastic tennis shoes.
Soon spirit and those shoes carried me out and back into the world where houses and internet exist.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Police brutality versus freedom of expression
Aloha my friends.
Well now I am curious how long it would take before we are not allowed to write "love, peace, freedom, or truth" on blogs, emails, facebook, or just the internet. To be arrested for peacefully moving about the Jefferson Memorial is ABSURDITY at its finest. But we always knew the government was just there to keep us people in "control"- basically there are intricate systems in place to make sure the human race stays asleep and subserviant to the "higher races", or to the reptilian agenda. WHAT paradox. Pair of Socks. It really does seem like a light versus dark scenario. Good versus evil. Yet isn't it ALL at it's root eminating from the same creator, same source? Couldn't these polarities exist to create intense contrast and to show us beyond a doubt what we do desire and wish to create? None the less, it amazes me the complexity of this all. AND, the fact that my own personal life is free from the brutality of what a lot of the world is experiencing right now. There are over 6 billion mini universes.... we create our own worlds.
It is so enlightening to travel; we are able to expand our perceptions of our reality and experience different ideas, cultures, and even dimensions. This week (well last week) I traveled from a period of 4 days across 5 time zones (or howevermany). Tuesday morning I left Germany, Tuesday evening (subtract 6 hours from German time) I was in North Carolina and Friday morning found me in San Fransico. CRAZY.
Does anyone else feel like EVERYTHING that has previously happened is a dream??
AHohAHohAHoh. Wow. I was in Mexico for 6 months. I had some wild experiences. I was in Hawaii for 4 months I had some crazy awesome experiences. I lived in Europe for over a year. My mom left this dimension in 2006. I was born. I was in high school. I graduated. I danced. I trained. I was sick and healthy. I moved from Cali to N.c. I experienced oneness. I cried. I became a yoga teacher. I fell off a horse. I ate raw foods. I drove from germany to spain. Loved a mayan warrior once. Wrote my own poetry book and published it. Backpacked. Hitchiked. Tripped. Trusted. I met myself on the otherside of the mirror. I searched and found it. I gave and recieved. I fell down the rabbit hole.
And every day it seems like I am falling deeper. Deeper into the spiraling dreamspell of my life. My creation. Experiences enrich. Create this new ME!
Expression is life.
If police think they can repress life.
Perhaps life will overflow, bubble, and gush over the insignificant blockages to its freedom of expression. LOVE.
Live= Evil The paradox. Pair of Socks. We choose. We .........
Create.
Well now I am curious how long it would take before we are not allowed to write "love, peace, freedom, or truth" on blogs, emails, facebook, or just the internet. To be arrested for peacefully moving about the Jefferson Memorial is ABSURDITY at its finest. But we always knew the government was just there to keep us people in "control"- basically there are intricate systems in place to make sure the human race stays asleep and subserviant to the "higher races", or to the reptilian agenda. WHAT paradox. Pair of Socks. It really does seem like a light versus dark scenario. Good versus evil. Yet isn't it ALL at it's root eminating from the same creator, same source? Couldn't these polarities exist to create intense contrast and to show us beyond a doubt what we do desire and wish to create? None the less, it amazes me the complexity of this all. AND, the fact that my own personal life is free from the brutality of what a lot of the world is experiencing right now. There are over 6 billion mini universes.... we create our own worlds.
It is so enlightening to travel; we are able to expand our perceptions of our reality and experience different ideas, cultures, and even dimensions. This week (well last week) I traveled from a period of 4 days across 5 time zones (or howevermany). Tuesday morning I left Germany, Tuesday evening (subtract 6 hours from German time) I was in North Carolina and Friday morning found me in San Fransico. CRAZY.
Does anyone else feel like EVERYTHING that has previously happened is a dream??
AHohAHohAHoh. Wow. I was in Mexico for 6 months. I had some wild experiences. I was in Hawaii for 4 months I had some crazy awesome experiences. I lived in Europe for over a year. My mom left this dimension in 2006. I was born. I was in high school. I graduated. I danced. I trained. I was sick and healthy. I moved from Cali to N.c. I experienced oneness. I cried. I became a yoga teacher. I fell off a horse. I ate raw foods. I drove from germany to spain. Loved a mayan warrior once. Wrote my own poetry book and published it. Backpacked. Hitchiked. Tripped. Trusted. I met myself on the otherside of the mirror. I searched and found it. I gave and recieved. I fell down the rabbit hole.
And every day it seems like I am falling deeper. Deeper into the spiraling dreamspell of my life. My creation. Experiences enrich. Create this new ME!
Expression is life.
If police think they can repress life.
Perhaps life will overflow, bubble, and gush over the insignificant blockages to its freedom of expression. LOVE.
Live= Evil The paradox. Pair of Socks. We choose. We .........
Create.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Experiences in Rewind
So being in Germany for a month was an experience in of itself. It was there that I really became initated into MomoButoh Dance Company. Being that I didn't have the luxury of posting videos nor taking too many of them because of electronical differences between Europe and the USA, I am now ready to post some videos that were taken during my stay in Bonn, Germany. As Butoh has recently plopped into my life I am already noticing the differences in how I interact with my day and surroundings. Every moment is an opportunity for art, creation, and expansion. Butoh for me (as I am learning and trying to grasp what it really is...) at the moment is a way of life, a practice. It is another word for "improvisation in the presence of Now". It is a deep exploration of what is always present and there: we enable our bodies to interact with this presence-allowing movement and stillness to possess us.
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